My clothes were drenched, my hair was soaked,
My arms and neck and head were bare.
Having resigned to my fate
I stood by the side of the road,
Desperately waiting for the rain to stop
When a strong wind suddenly blowed.
A black dot appeared on the horizon
And a woman came into view,
Dressed from head to toe in black,
She came like a bolt from the blue.
A black beret on her head, dark lipstick,
Sporting a huge black overcoat and umbrella
She passed me a huge black one not unlike her own
And disappeared like Cinderella,
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